Page 54 of The Pleasures of Passion
She barely had time to be thrilled by that before he was kissing her again, fondling her again, thrusting into her with hard bursts of energy that should have hurt or chafed her.
But the more he drove into her, the more heated she grew. Then he shifted her so he was pounding her in an unfamiliar way, rousing her in an unusual manner. It made her hot and hungry and eager for the next thundering thrust.
“God, Bree,” he rasped, “you enslave me.”
“Good,” she said saucily. “Someone . . . should.”
“Watch it, wench. Or I’ll enslaveyou.”
He already had. With every lunge inside her, he heightened her need, tightening the chains that held her to him and wrapping her in the wild heat that was Niall in full arousal.
He might as well have put shackles on the arms looped about his neck, for she couldn’t let go of him. And the more he drove into her, the more enslaved she felt. Like some harem girl, she rode out her pleasure with her strong, commanding sheik, and every inch of her felt joined to him, part of him . . . needing him.
Then her blood began to rise and her heart to hammer, and she felt herself reaching for an elusive something she’d never felt before. Unable to help herself, she shimmied and arched against him.
“Yes, sweeting,” he whispered. “That’s it. Come for me. Comewithme.”
In her feverish state, she wondered fleetingly where he wanted her to go, but then he was thrusting and thundering and she was reaching, reaching up and up . . . and suddenly, as if shooting over a hill into the unknown, she caught the stars she was reaching for.
Then he drove deep and groaned her name against her lips, and the stars exploded all over her, inside her, around her . . . setting her adrift in a sea of pleasure. With him.
Ten
Though Niall released her legs so she could stand once more, he refused to let go of her, not yet ready for that. He couldn’t believe he’d taken her like a whore against the tree, here in a garden where anyone might find them. He couldn’t believe she hadlethim.
But he’d do it again without hesitation. Because it was Bree. His, at last.
He brushed kisses over her cheeks and eyelids, basking in the contentment of having her after all these years.
She stirred in his arms.
“What wasthat?”
“What?” He drew back to look at her. “What we just did?”
“No.” She colored fetchingly. “What it . . . did to me. I . . . I had the strangest sensations. Like I might faint . . . or fly or . . . something.”
Uh-oh. “Pleasurable sensations?” he asked warily.
“Oh yes!” When he began to chuckle, she added hastily, “Not that I haven’t felt something . . . close to that before, but not—”
He cupped her cheek. “I take it that Trevor never made you come.”
“ ‘Come’? Ohhh,that’swhat you meant when you said, ‘Come with me.’ You meant that feeling.”
“Yes. When a man ‘comes,’ he . . . er . . . puts his seed inside you. When a woman does, she feels those things you felt. Or so I’m told.”
“Seed?” Panic crossed her face and she pushed him away, going off a little distance so she could straighten her clothing. “Oh, Lord, you could have put a child in my belly!” There was just enough light from the streetlamps for him to see her desperate expression. “You said there were ways to avoid that. Can you—”
“I’m sorry, sweeting—any method of that sort would need to be arranged beforehand.” Swiftly, he buttoned up his breeches and trousers. They were obviously not going to renew their sensual interlude. “I didn’t come here intending to do as we did. But you were married to Trevor for a few years before you bore a child, so I doubt that our one time—”
“That’s what men always say.” She stared him down. “Then they prove to be wrong, and next thing you know, they’ve gotten a woman with child and they’re running away as fast as they can.”
“I wouldn’t do that, damn it!”
“You did it before.”
“Not after giving you a child, for God’s sake! And I had good reason for leaving, no matter what you think.” He walked up to grab her by the arms. “I’m not having this argument now, when we just shared the most magical moment of our lives.”
